Is it too much?
Am i too little?
is it too much to wish for a person who loves you?
maybe I am not made for love, maybe I am too complicated, maybe I make problems just in my head and bring them on stage to destroy the act of u and me?
maybe
I am not the problem
maybe it is u, or him, or my ex-best friend
but what would it change?
to find somebody who is the bad guy who took every smile out of the others face?
cause it would just be too much.
And i don't know how much more i can take
cause I am too little
And my feelings are way too big

He doesn't burn photographs
He doesn't join therapy sessions
He doesn't smoke too many cigarettes
Nor he drown himself into alcohol
He scratches his wounds daily
And never let them heal
He doesn't try to get rid of the pain
Instead he let it grow on him
He waters the seed of sorrow with his tears
He feeds it with the manure of old memories
He takes it to sleep with him
And nurtures it in himself
Till the moment when every single drop of his blood gets replaced by this pain
Until his fragile heart can bear no more
And his soul starts overflowing with emotions
That's when he dip his pen into this pain
And empty his heart on a piece of paper
He bares his soul for us to feel
He creates poetry that the world would cherish for centuries to come

We could have had it all
the rainy kisses
the long nights
the warm tights, the love, the storm, the screams, the fights the lights
in our eyes
when we found what we were looking for in everyone else
we could have had it all
but when we almost had everything
u just f*cking cut everything into pieces
and now I'm only left with
my own mind

God, I know it is useless and dumb
But I can't stop my thumb
Scrolling down her newest pics with her pretty face and pretty laugh and pretty eyes
I see how u see her
And it is not like I don't care
I bet u didn't think of me
when u lost my kiss on her lips
With ur hands warmed by me
on her pretty hips
And sometimes
I think that I found her smile in your eyes

I want to
               feel  the  heat
                 of my own
          breath bounce back
                  and warm
             my  lips  after  I
           strategically  place
                     them on
            my  favorite  places
                 of your skin.

                    I want to
                        leave
                 goosebumps
           everywhere I have
               not yet kissed
                          and
               spend the night
                     trying to
                         read
                    them  like
                       braille.
                                                                                     Jon York   2019

You taste like heaven,



But make me feel like hell